I got pale skin like a vampire and didn't really eat for more than year
I got blocks in my head I cannot heal
And one man I'd marry and give him everything
Perhaps I'm glad he never came with any diamond ring
For my skinny fingers they're always far too big
Never really perfect fit
Too close, yet too far
We are
Regardless I still keep my eyes & my heart on ya
Into the blue, just out of inertia
Because we were happy in the future, we're not anymore
And I cannot really cope
You're the epitome of my hope
Holding on to you like an oar
Rather than being drowned and washed out on the shore
YOU ARE READING
Random thoughts pretending to be poems
PoésiePoems written in post-covid era, when my writing style had suddenly changed a lot, significantly affected and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Violet book and her post-NFR albums and by other circumstances still unknown to me.
